Chapter Seventy One
She sat up, curling her knees into her chest and effecting as much modesty as possible without her clothes on. His hardness had not abated, but his breathing was growing calmer. She looked away, embarrassed by the intimacy of seeing him like this. She wanted to know the miracle of being connected to him in the most personal way any woman could know a man, but she didn’t doubt he would stand by his ultimatum.
Marriage, or nothing.
“Dash,” she said tentatively.
“Yes?” he replied.
“Um…” How did a woman ask this kind of question? “Do you believe in fidelity?” she asked.
He sat up and glared at her, supremely unconcerned by his nudity. “Once we are married, there will be no other man.” he said.
Was he really that dense? “I meant you. If I marry you, will I have to worry about you taking a mistress?”
“No.” he replied. There was a rock-solid certainty in his expression that she could not doubt.
“Do you have a mistress now?” She had to ask.